I was born a blonde, I\'ve always been a princess

A queen of hearts, now a mother

Where is the replacement for the world\'s front cover?

From one English Rose to another

I want to be the new Diana

Lying on a yacht reading photo-magazines

I want to be the new Diana

Visiting the shore occasionally

Shimmering blue ocean, diving in at starboard

Perfection for a second away from the hoard

Deep-sea fishermen toil in the sunset

Dragging in a mermaid caught in the fishing-nets

I want to be the new Diana

Lying on a yacht reading photo-magazines

I want to be the new Diana

Visiting the shore occasionally

Miss South Of England, Miss United Kingdom

The heart that healed, the hand that fed

Lady of the lake, lady in red

Island in an island, in an island

I want to be the new Diana

Lying on a yacht reading photo-magazines

I want to be the new Diana

Visiting the shore occasionally

Politics and minefields, press and P.R.

These are bad places for a queen of hearts

Where are the heads, where\'s the republic,

Where are the songs that made the nation cry?

I want to be the new Diana

Lying on a yacht reading photo-magazines

I want to be the new Diana

Visiting the shore occasionally

I want to be the new Diana

Lying on a yacht reading photo-magazines

I want to be the new Diana

Visiting the shore occasionally

Visiting the shore occasionally

Visiting occasionally